He Knew The Things That Were And

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

It Is The Bold Man Who Every Time Does Best, At Home Or Abroad.

Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To The Grave.

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.